Who goes there?” and a sudden spring.
A moment later a voice, which Caspian knew well, could he heard saying,
“All right, all right, I’m unarmed.
Take my wrists if you like, worthy Badgers, but don’t bite right through them.
I want to speak to the King.”
“Doctor Cornelius!” cried Caspian with joy, and rushed forward to greet his old tutor.
Everyone else crowded round.
“Pah!” said Nikabrik. “A renegade Dwarf.
A half-and-halfer!
Shall I pass my sword through its throat?”
“Be quiet, Nikabrik,” said Trumpkin. “The creature can’t help its ancestry.”
“This is my greatest friend and the saviour of my life,” said Caspian. “And anyone who doesn’t like his company may leave my army: at once.
Dearest doctor, I am glad to see you again.
How ever did you find us out?”
“By a little use of simple magic, your Majesty,” said the Doctor, who was still puffing and blowing from having walked so fast. “But there’s no time to go into that now.
We must all fly from this place at once.
You are already betrayed and Miraz is on the move.
Before midday tomorrow you will be surrounded.”
“Betrayed!” said Caspian. “And by whom?”
“Another renegade Dwarf, no doubt,” said Nikabrik.
“By your horse Destrier,” said Doctor Cornelius. “The poor brute knew no better.
When you were knocked off, of course, he went dawdling back to his stable in the castle.
Then the secret of your flight was known.
I made myself scarce, having no wish to be questioned about it in Miraz’s torture chamber. I had a pretty good guess from my crystal as to where I should find you.
But all day—that was the day before yesterday—I saw Miraz’s tracking parties out in the woods. Yesterday I learned that his army is out.
I don’t think some of your—um—pure-blooded Dwarfs have as much woodcraft as might be expected.
You’ve left tracks all over the place.
Great carelessness.
At any rate something has warned Miraz that Old Narnia is not so dead as he had hoped, and he is on the move.”
“Hurrah!” said a very shrill and small voice from somewhere at the Doctor’s feet. “Let them come!
All I ask is that the King will put me and my people in the front.”
“What on earth?” said Doctor Cornelius. “Has your Majesty got grasshoppers—or mosquitoes—in your army?” Then after stooping down and peering carefully through his spectacles, he broke into a laugh.
“By the Lion,” he swore, “it’s a mouse.
Signior Mouse, I desire your better acquaintance.
I am honoured by meeting so valiant a beast.”
“My friendship you shall have, learned Man,” piped Reepicheep. “And any Dwarf—or Giant—in the army who does not give you good language shall have my sword to reckon with.”
“Is there time for this foolery?” asked Nikabrik. “What are our plans?
Battle or flight?”
“Battle if need be,” said Trumpkin. “But we are hardly ready for it yet, and this is no very defensible place.”
“I don’t like the idea of running away,” said Caspian.
“Hear him! Hear him!” said the Bulgy Bears. “Whatever we do, don’t let’s have any running. Especially not before supper; and not too soon after it neither.”
“Those who run first do not always run last,” said the Centaur. “And why should we let the enemy choose our position instead of choosing it ourselves?
Let us find a strong place.”
“That’s wise, your Majesty, that’s wise,” said Trufflehunter. “But where are we to go?” asked several voices.
“Your Majesty,” said Doctor Cornelius, “and all you variety of creatures, I think we must fly east and down the river to the great woods.
The Telmarines hate that region.
They have always been afraid of the sea and of something that may come over the sea.
That is why they have let the great woods grow up.
If traditions speak true, the ancient Cair Paravel was at the river-mouth.
All that part is friendly to us and hateful to our enemies.